PrintDecember 4, 2009
The great fallout (a poem)
Oh, where are you now, Albert Gore, Albert Gore?
Oh, where are you now mighty Albert?
You strode the world with a colossal carbon footprint,
And you scared the hell out of our kids.
Where will you hide, Mr. Gore, Mr. Gore?
Where will you hide from your lies?
There's a home in Tennessee, lit like a Christmas tree.
Find a darkened corner there where you can flee.
Can you find a sucker yet to offer you his jet?
With your "It's okay for me but not for thee"?
Your comeback came and went.
Your science, it appears, was bent.
It all would be quite funny,
If you would give back all that money.
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